Harriet Goldweiser roused herself from an afternoon nap. The odd thing was, she couldn't remember deciding to take it. And such a strange dream--first that she had a daughter rather than a son, and then that she herself had turned into a baby. She smiled at the thought of her macho son Rob being a girl.
What an excellent nap, she thought. I haven't felt this good in years.
Mrs. Goldweiser didn't know it, but Rob had used the Chronivac to cure her incipient arthritis, as well as get rid of a tumor that would have turned cancerous after three years. He had topped it off by making her vision 20/20 and knocking five years off her age.
I think I'll make sure Rob and his little friend aren't up to anything, Mrs. Goldweiser thought to herself.